Flora stood in the middle of the yard, dumbfounded by the sight of this creature. He was white, the size of Shetland with a big white mane the flopped over his dark eyes. Flora figured he'd gotten loose from some sort of petting zoo and that he was of course, not a real unicorn. She slowly took about ten step towards him and then crouched down on the still damp ground.
"Hey, buddy."
Flora felt really stupid after saying that but really, how does one address a small possibly mythical creature? He approached her, still chewing pear. Flora touched his impossibly soft white mane.
"What a sweet guy?"
Flora reached to touch his horn but he galloped off back to the pear tree before she could do so. He picked up a small scrolled piece of paper with his mouth and brought it to Flora. She took it and unrolled it.
It read:
My name is Gary. I'm a real Unicorn and I belong to you, Flora J. Castañeda.
It was then that she remembered. She'd seen this Unicorn before.